Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.

On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, save where man comes with his torment.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grass and gentians of glacier meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of Nature's darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail. … The petty discomforts that beset the awkward guest, the unskilled camper, are quickly forgotten, while all that is precious remains. Fears vanish as soon as one is fairly free in the wilderness.

What's the need of visiting far-off mountains and bogs, if a half-hour’s walk will carry me into such wildness and novelty.

San Francisco is a good place for walks if your legs are strong.

Every mountain is, rightly considered, an invitation to climb.

We need not come to the end of the path to experience the benefits of walking it.

In the mountains of truth, you never climb in vain.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

Over every mountain, there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.

When you reach the end of the mountains and rivers, You are free to roam throughout the Dharma Realm. (p. 86)

Time past on as lightly as he always steps over flowers, Brussels carpets, marble terraces, green turfs, or whatever simile may best express a path without an impediment.

Take my hand. We will walk. We will only walk. We will enjoy our walk without thinking of arriving anywhere.